Frank’s crooning in the background, pouring velvet over the bones of my silence. And me? I’m here. Half-dressed in memory, half-lit by the glow of everyone else’s progress. Watching my friends bloom into futures that don’t have a seat for me anymore.
They’re building things. Posting milestones. Falling in love. Or at least fucking something that looks li…
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